la mia anima lacerata scava per voi
perhaps the laughing
hyenas Rimbaud said
would come to tear the flesh
from my senses
did come and steal
from my dreams
what I can taste of you every night
what I can see of you held tight to my dark
what I can smell of you past my decay
what I hear of you when the wind rakes me undead
what I can feel of you engraved
when I let go and know
everywhere you stabbed me
with the certainty of your love
that I cannot deny
Again, gorgeous title(s).
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. (Anything with hyenas is gonna hook me, you know.)